I simply love Ogden Nash. He's best know for his light verse and "pun-like" rhymes. My favorite is "I Did Not Go to Church Today"...

I didn't go to church today,
I trust the Lord to understand.
The surf was swirling blue and white,
The children swirling on the sand.
He knows, He knows how brief my stay,
How brief this spell of summer weather,
He knows when I am said and done
We'll have plenty of time together.

I like poetry. It´s difficult to say what´s my favorite of all time, because I like tings coming from Ancient Grece to today. Also, I am not really sure if some of the great poets who write in Portuguese have a good translation, and I don´t have english level to dare to translate poetry. Fernando Pessoa, for example, is a brilliant Portuguese poet.

I love poetry. I use to write when I was younger. I had an Uncle that I was very close to die of AIDS a week before my birthday it was a good coping thing for me. I wonder if I can find any of my poems............. to the storage unit I go this weekend!

I have lots of favorite poems, but my blurted answer is Invictus. I don't know why I would choose it over the others, but as a true favorite, it's the first one I want to say. Most know it, but I don't think everyone knows it by the title, so ...

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

My favourite poem is "Somebody should have taught him" from chicken soup for the teenage soul as retold by Jane Watkins.
Its sad but super powerful.

I went to a birthday party
But I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink at all,
So I had a Sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
That I didn’t choose to drink and drive,
Though some friends said I should.
I knew I made a healthy choice
And your advice to me was right
As the party finally ended
And the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car,
Sure to get home in one piece,
Never knowing what was coming,
Something I expected least.
Now I’m lying on the pavement,
I can hear the policeman say
“The kid that caused this wreck was drunk”.
His voice seems far away.
My own blood is all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
“This girl is going to die.”
I’m sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high,
Because he chose to drink and
Drive that I would have to die.
So why do people do it,
Knowing that it ruins lives?
But now the pain is cutting me like
A hundred stabbing knives.
Tell my sister not to be afraid,
Tell daddy to be brave,
And when I go to heaven to put
“Daddy’s Girl” on my grave.
Someone should have taught him
That it is wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his mom and dad had
I’d still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter,
I’m getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
And I’m so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me mom,
As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say I love you
And good-bye.

There are tons of them I love on my native. But hard to translate to English But in English, I love the poem Annabel Lee from Edgar Allan Poe. It has also an unbelievable Turkish translate which written down by a gigantic Turkish poet. And this translate is more beautiful the original poem.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart